She had been waiting for this moment for so long. Months of anticipation, exchanging pictures and texts and longing to finally get to play with him.

For her, the yearning to give up control had been growing and she was willing to finally be able to meet. Why did she discover BDSM so intoxicating. Power exchange felt so primal and lustful, she all the time got such a high from it. It seemed so unlike her as well, she was confident, self assured, loud and proud and yet the desire to submit lurked strongly beneath the surface. She longed to be stripped of power and control and to be used. She longed for the freedom and release it would give her, longed to not have to worry about anything except being in the moment. She also had darker thoughts and desires, to be used and abused, degraded, humiliated, punished and tortured. She liked playing with these dark desires, she liked pushing herself with how much she could take. Liked the feeling of being a toy to be used or a victim to punish. She loved the feeling of her identity being stripped away and rebuilt. Loved to see how much pain she could take and how far she could go.

And so here was a chance to play, with someone who clearly had similar desires and she was excited.

The instructions were simple, you will wait for me to come home. You will wear only a black thong, you will be kneeling in the centre of the room with your back to the door. She rolled her eyes as she read them. She craved domination but she found it so frustrating, she hated being told what to do. How amusing that it was her strongest desire and she loathed it.

She was nervous and unsure of what was gonna happen. She was also conflicted, waiting on her knees seemed so weak and submissive and it was hard for her to get into the right space to be such a eager submissive. She usually didn’t like to go down without a fight. However, she knew she wanted this, knew that as much as she found it degrading it turned her on. And so she got ready and knelt on the floor and waited. The anticipation built and built, as she shifted and flexed on her knees, shivering in both excitement and fear.

She heard footsteps and took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to stay calm. The door opened and closed and he entered the room. He took a moment to admire the scene and savour the silence knowing she would be nervous.

Good girl. He said as he approached her and knelt down behind her, running his hands around her waist and up over her tits. He grabbed and pulled on them, lifting their weight and letting them drop. He pinched her pierced nipples, hard and she moaned and leaned back into him arching her back savouring the sensation. He kept pulling and twisting her nipples and she moaned in pleasure and pain, arching her back and pushing her chest forwards.

She was so turned on already, she couldn’t help but spread her thighs and arch her back, her pussy already dripping wet and so needy.

He squeezed and crushed her nipples and kneaded the flesh of her breasts before slapping them hard. She moaned, shocked. He kept slapping them harder and harder and and was wriggling around trying to stay still. He slapped her thighs hard, each slap landing closer and closer towards her pussy. ‘Fuuuck’ she panted.

‘Spread your legs’ he instructed.

She hesitated, unsure whether this meant good news or bad news for her. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and tugged hard, forcing her head back.

‘I won’t ask again’.

She shivered, taking a deep breath and closed her eyes. She could feel that delicious energy exchange, the memorising slow dance of power and submission, the flow of control and it felt so good, she gave into it and shuffled her thighs wide aside.

He kept hold of her hair a while longer and slowly traced his fingers down her exposed neck before wrapping them around her throat. It was only a few seconds that she couldn’t breathe, but it was enough. She sank down, humbled and was quiet and still. He kept his hand placed lightly around her throat, and the other hand made its way down her body, over her tits, down her belly and rested on the top of her pussy.

She bit her lip, quivering.

He stroked her over her thong, harder and harder, knowing he was teasing her. She was desperate to be touched, desperate to feel those fingers touching her skin. He pulled hard on her thong, pulling it upwards so it cut up into her ass and wedged between her lips. She groaned. He kept pulling on it, she tried to move her body up with it to lessen the pressure but with his hand on her throat she could nowhere. She was frustrated.

He stopped pulling the thong but left it where it was and slapped her pussy hard. She cried out, breathing hard. He slapped her again, and again, holding her down by her throat. She could do nothing but try and moan and breathe through the pain.

He could feel how wet she was and how much the slapping was stimulating yet hurting her. He moved his hand up from her throat and put it firmly over her mouth and slapped even harder, her screams were now muffled and they sounded so good.

She writhed and struggled and screamed and it was such an effort to keep her legs spread, but she did. The hand over her mouth felt so good and she was able to scream without worrying about anyone hearing anything too troubling.

Her breathing was fast and her eyes were watering. He stopped slapping and traced his finger along her slit.

She trembled.

‘Would you like me to touch your pussy?’ He asked. ‘It’s so fucking wet right now, do you like that?’

She moaned, she still had a hand over her mouth and couldn’t form any coherent words.

‘What was that? I didn’t hear you. Do you want me to pull these panties down and slide my fingers into your dripping wet cunt?’

Mmphhhmm she moaned enthusiastically nodding her head.

‘What was that, I can not hear you!’ He said whilst smiling, keeping his hand firmly across her mouth.

‘I think that was a no wasn’t it? I think you want me to hit your pussy again. That’s what you want isn’t it slut?’

She whimpered. ‘Urrhhhh’ she moaned shaking her head.

She did her best cute whimpering hoping it would work and she wouldn’t get any more slaps. It worked and he slid his hand down, finally pulling her thong down and out of the way and sliding his fingers up and down her lips, circling around the edge of her clit but not quite touching it. Her pussy was so wet and she was moaning and pushing her hips forwards, desperate for more. He toyed with her, knowing how much she wanted it and taking his time. She wanted more so badly, and finally he pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy and curled towards her gspot. It felt so good, after all that teasing, it was exactly what she needed and she moaned lustfully. He removed his hand from over her mouth and kept playing with her pussy, rubbing her gspot and fingering her. He brought his soaking wet fingers up to her mouth, rubbing them across her lips. He told her to open her mouth and she did, sucking and licking on his fingers and tasting herself.

‘Good girl’ he said.

And went back to playing with her pussy and teasing her building up and up, finally rubbing her clit and bringing her to the edge.

‘Do you want to cum?’ He asked.

‘Yes!’ She said.

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes please’ she purred hoping this would be enough.

‘Hmmm’ He wondered.

Yes please what? He asked again.

She paused, thinking about what she presumed was the right answer and whether she wanted to say it.

She really wanted to cum. She struggled with titles, hated the feeling of being subordinate and humiliated, but they also really turned her on. She hesitated, her mind being fucked with.

‘So, do you want to cum?’ He asked.

‘Yes please’ she repeated.

‘Yes please what slut?’ He grinned knowing how much he was fucking with her.

Ohhhhhh she groaned. The words seemed so heavy and the shame that came with them was mental agony. But yet, so very seductive.

He smiled, enjoying the conflict and savouring the moment. Rubbing his fingers over her pussy, keeping her very turned on.

‘Last chance if you want to cum slut.’

‘Yes!’ She panted.

‘Yes please what then?’ He asked her slowly and pointedly.

She closed her eyes and turned her face away. ‘Yes please sir’ she said very quietly, balling up her fists in shame..

‘Good girl, that wasn’t so bad was it?’ He said patronisingly.

Fuck you. She wondered. But said nothing and bit her lip.

He rubbed her clit hard with one hand and wrapped the other around firmly around her throat again but not enough to stop her breathing. He was building up the intensity. She was so close now and moaning loudly. The wave of pleasure was rising fast and she was desperate for release bucking her hips. Her orgasm ripped through her forcefully and she screamed loudly, he kept on touching her clit and making the waves of pleasure last. As her orgasm subsided he slowed down his touch as she came back down to earth.

He gave her pussy a couple of very gentle slaps whilst her breathing slowed down.

He let go of her and stood up, coming around in front of her. She looked up at him, eyes hazy with post orgasm glow. He wiped his wet fingers over her mouth, and took off his clothes. She watched him, willing to see what he looked like. He stood over her, cock already hard. She licked her lips in anticipation.

He held his cock to her mouth and she flicked her tongue over the head. She gripped the shaft with her hand and ran her tongue over the head and the shaft, getting it wet. She trailed her tongue all the way from the base to the tip and circled the head. She made sure get mouth was good and wet before sliding her lips over his cock and half way down. She sucked, and slid back to the tip, flicking her tongue around the head before coming back for more.

Each time she inched further and further down his cock until she had slid it all the way down her throat. He grabbed her hair and held her there. She couldn’t breathe, but stayed calm, trying to hold for as long as efficient. Her eyes were watering now, he let her go and she looked up at him with her watery eyes and mouth full of cock. She looked like such a slut.

He kept his hands on her head pushing her mouth up and down and fucking her face. He held her down on the deep throat for as long as efficient, waiting until she was desperate for air before letting her go, and then she would only get a tiny breath before he pushed her back down again. She choked on his cock, drooling everywhere and making those slutty gargling and choking sounds as he fucked her face relentlessly. She held her mouth open and did her best to keep her throat open and be a good girl.

He pulled out to look down at her. Her hair was a state, her eyes were streaming now, the gorgeous makeup she had applied was streaked down her face and thick strands of saliva connected her lips to his cock. He wiped his wet cock over her face, messing it up even more.

She looked like a fucking whore.

He used her mouth like a toy, fucking her face, choking her until she cried. His thrusting became faster and she tightened her lips around his cock, knowing he wanted to cum. She moved her lips back and forwards faster, keeping the pressure up. He kept his hands in her hair making sure she was going nowhere. She sucked hard using her tongue as well and doing everything she could to make him cum. His breathing was fast and loud now and she could tell he was close. He pulled out at the last second and came hard all over her face. He panted, looking down at her and savouring the view.

Stay there he said, turning and gonna get his phone. He returned pointing the camera at her.

You look like such a fucking whore. Look at me. He said taking a photo.

She gazed up at him, feeling like a whore, cum and spit all over her face, makeup and hair absolutely destroyed. She felt used, abused and totally degraded. She smiled, she loved it.